The owner of the Gale Leopard Martial Soul had already arrived before the sword aura. He raised his beast-transformed hand and grabbed at the sword aura before him.
In an instant, his claws were ground away by the sword aura, and the threat of death enveloped his entire body.
"Whoosh!"
Just before the sword aura struck him, a chrysanthemum-yellow figure appeared and instantly carried him off the arena.
Seeing this, the remaining team members finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, they were human—humans feared death.
However, once they knew they would not truly die, they were no longer afraid.
One figure after another rushed toward the sword aura.
Ju Guan's figure also continued to dart between the arena and the area outside it.
At this moment, Feng Xiaotian's Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Slashes in midair had accumulated to the thirty-fifth slash.
As the last team member left the arena, he took a deep breath.
"Gale Demon Wolf! Thirty-Sixth Slash!"
Feng Xiaotian roared as he charged toward the sword aura at top speed.
The pair of pale cyan wings behind him curved slightly at that moment, slashing toward the sword aura on the ground.
"Boom!"
The two attacks collided instantly, erupting with an ear-splitting roar.
"Crack..."
The sword aura then let out a crisp sound before collapsing with a bang.
Yet Feng Xiaotian's attack did not stop. He changed direction and charged at Black-White Xuanjian once more.
"Oh! Interesting."
Black-White Xuanjian raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised by the sight.
He could sense that Feng Xiaotian's attack was not something a Soul Ancestor could unleash. It had even vaguely reached the threshold of a Soul Emperor.
"But this is as far as you go."
Black-White Xuanjian shook his head. Even if Feng Xiaotian could unleash strength far beyond that